Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.